You Still Say You're Not Undercover?!

Charle returned to the entrance of Knockturn Alley to find the Dark Wizards still planted in the swamp conjured by Transfiguration like potatoes.

When they saw Charle emerge from the depths of Knockturn Alley, their eyes were filled with inescapable terror.

During the time Charle had been gone, they had prayed countless times that heaven would show mercy and let this audacious little wizard be killed somewhere deep within Knockturn Alley.

Yet now, Charle had emerged completely unscathed. Even the bag in his hand clanked with every step, clearly stuffed full of spoils.

What did that mean?

It meant Charle had truly torn through all of Knockturn Alley!

Knockturn Alley, a place that made ordinary wizards blanch at the mention of it, had been ransacked today by a little wizard who had not even started school yet!

"What kind of little monster is he?!"

"Not even Dumbledore, Grindelwald, or even He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named could possibly have possessed such strength at his age!"

Gazes filled with fear, awe, and even a hint of reverence turned toward Charle.

When Charle's gaze swept over them, the Dark Wizards all instinctively lowered their heads, adopting the humble posture of the weak before the strong.

Charle nodded in satisfaction and flicked his Wand, releasing Tonks from the swamp.

Tonks was equally stunned.

She could scarcely imagine that a little wizard had accomplished such a feat, robbing all these Dark Wizards of Knockturn Alley clean?

Was he fucking eleven?!

Tonks, who had always thought herself fairly gifted, was suddenly hit by an overwhelming sense of disillusionment.

Was I really that pathetic?

But Tonks quickly came back to herself and could not help trying to persuade Charle.

"Charle, what you did was wrong."

"Even if they are Dark Wizards, this is still robbery, and the amount involved is enormous. If the Ministry of Magic finds out, you'll be in serious trouble..."

Before she could finish, Charle frowned.

"You're too noisy."

With a flick of his Wand, several ropes twisted into a ball and stuffed themselves into Tonks's mouth, leaving her able to make only faint muffled whimpers.

Then tighter ropes wrapped around Tonks's body, binding even her hands and feet securely so she could not escape by Apparition and deprive Charle of this one-of-a-kind Metamorphmagus specimen in the entire Wizarding World.

At that moment, as if reminded by Tonks's words just now, Charle, who had been planning to leave, swept his gaze across the Dark Wizards and asked,

"You heard her. Things got pretty loud tonight, and if the Ministry of Magic finds out, it'll be quite troublesome for me."

"You won't go whining to the Ministry of Magic that I robbed you, will you?"

"I'll be going to Hogwarts soon. I don't want the Ministry of Magic questioning me every other day."

"Will you go to the Ministry of Magic?"

The Dark Wizards' hearts went cold. They hastily shook their heads without the slightest hesitation.

They had no doubt that if their answers displeased Charle, this little monster might truly drown them in the swamp!

"Of course not! How could we? We're Dark Wizards. Why would we go whining to the Ministry of Magic?"

"Rest assured, Lord Charle. We Dark Wizards have professional ethics!"

Charle raised an eyebrow and continued, "Then if someone investigates and asks what happened tonight, why there was such a huge commotion, what will you say?"

The Dark Wizards fell silent.

The next moment, one quick-witted Dark Wizard immediately said, "Knockturn Alley has always had a simple and honest folkway. We're all one big loving family, and we welcome every child who comes to Knockturn Alley with incomparable enthusiasm."

"The commotion tonight was our welcome ceremony for Mr. Charle!"

Charle paused, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Then what about your smashed doors and windows? So many of you are submerged in the swamp, and so many more are hanging upside down..."

This time, the quick-witted Dark Wizard did not even need to think of an answer. Other Dark Wizards immediately followed that train of thought.

"That's all part of the celebration!"

"We were so happy to see Mr. Charle come to Knockturn Alley that we got so excited we demolished our own doors and windows."

"As for being submerged in the swamp? Or hanging upside down? Those are performances! We're performing swamp breath-holding, and they're performing acrobatics!"

Charle asked his final question in satisfaction.

"Then if someone asks where your Wands and all your Magical Items went, how will you answer?"

Every Dark Wizard present gave the same answer in unison.

"Gifts!"

"Local specialties!"

"Mr. Charle is leaving Knockturn Alley, and we simply can't bear to see him go, so we gave all these things to Mr. Charle as gifts and local specialties."

"We gave them willingly!"

At last, Charle was thoroughly satisfied.

He reached out, intending to take Tonks to the Leaky Cauldron and properly study his Metamorphmagus specimen.

But upon seeing Tonks covered in mud, Charle withdrew his hand. With a look of disgust, he used Transfiguration to create a garbage cart and tossed Tonks inside.

At that moment, Tonks stared at the walls of the garbage cart, her face utterly lifeless, as though her soul had already been pulled from this world.

Only one thought filled her mind.

This Wizarding World should just be destroyed already!

Long after Charle left Knockturn Alley with Tonks, the swamp and ropes created by Transfiguration were finally dispelled.

The bedraggled Dark Wizards shivered as they moved their stiffened bodies.

Tonight had been a complete and utter nightmare for them.

After recovering somewhat, every Dark Wizard wore an expression of hatred, their gazes turning toward the few Dark Wizards who had originally brought Charle to Diagon Alley.

"You're the ones who led Charle here?"

"Are your brains broken?"

"Why the hell did you provoke him? Look what happened now! It's all gone! I've lost everything! Even the Galleons on me were taken by Charle!"

"Don't tell me you're undercover agents Charle hired?!"

Seeing this situation, those few Dark Wizards swallowed hard.

The Middle-aged Dark Wizard hurriedly defended himself. "How could that be? How could we be undercover agents Charle hired?"

"We have a blood feud with Charle! We're irreconcilable enemies!"

Then he quickly added, "This isn't over. Today's matter is definitely not over. We can't just let Charle off like this. We have to get back everything we earned through our labor."

"You were all just playing along with Charle earlier, right? Now that Charle is gone, we can speak freely."

"We'll go to the Ministry of Magic, go to the Wizengamot court, go to Hogwarts and hold up banners demanding an explanation! That madman Charle can forget about entering Hogwarts."

"We'll strip him of his qualification to attend Hogwarts, have the Wizengamot sentence him to have his Wand broken, and make Charle pay for what he did today. Neither he nor three generations of his direct descendants will ever be allowed to join the Ministry of Magic..."

Before he could finish, a resounding slap cracked across the Middle-aged Dark Wizard's face.

Then came the increasingly furious voices of the surrounding Dark Wizards.

"If Charle doesn't go to Hogwarts, won't that mean he can only join the Dark Wizard world?"

"Then what are we supposed to do?"

"You're so cruel! What a vicious suggestion! Are you trying to get us killed?"

"You son of a bitch, and you still say you're not undercover?!"

"Beat these undercover dogs to death! Expel them from the Dark Wizards!"